My 16-Year-Old Son Went to Stay with His Grandmother for the Summer
Then the line went dead. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My mother—proud, iron-willed, never one to scare easily—sounded afraid. Of him. Of my son. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my keys and flew out the door. The highway was a blur. My thoughts raced faster than the car, tumbling through…
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